Saturday, March 21, 2015

Our Sexy Tomorrow #WIP Rockin' it Forever #MySexySaturday #NSFW #excerpt #gay #romance #rocknroll @MySexySaturday

Hey everyone - this week's My Sexy Saturday theme is 'Our Sexy Tomorrow'. That could be interpreted in a few different ways, but I'm looking at it from the angle of two lovers who are waiting to get back together after some time apart. In my WIP, Rockin' it Forever (the follow-up to Rockin' the Alternative), Aubrey is playing an unplugged gig at the Milan Music Festival and Bryan is in New York tying up some loose ends before heading back to L.A. to be with Aubrey. They're on the phone planning their sexy tomorrow when the talk takes a decidedly heated turn.

“Tell me about it Bry. What do you think about when you’re alone? My hard dick, swollen and full, dripping with need for you? Is that what you picture? Or maybe you recall what it’s like when I lap at your hole with my tongue. When I force it past the tight rim that guards your entrance – when I fuck you with it, tease you…”
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Monday, March 16, 2015

Author Helena Stone & Little Rainbows #MF #BDSM #romance @HelenasHeat @Totally_Bound

I'd like to welcome Helena Stone to the blog today with a glimpse at her wonderful new M/F BDSM title, Little Rainbows. But first, she shares some thoughts on her writing process and the joys of Flash Fiction. Take it away Helena!

Thank you Morticia, I’m delighted Little Rainbows and I have found a home on your blog today. I hope you and your readers will enjoy the excerpt and my thoughts on writing.

It’s hard to write a post about writing feeling at least a bit presumptuous. After all, only eighteen months ago I didn’t even think about writing anything longer than a book review, never mind dream I might ever see my words ‘in print’.
But, I did write that first book and, much to my surprise, didn’t stop writing after Totally Bound Publishing sent me a contract to sign. I had no idea writing would turn out to be addictive, but it did. I now have plot bunnies hopping around in my head and fighting for my attention as well as characters jabbering away when I’m trying to sleep. I have gone from not being sure whether or not I actually had a story in me, to having so many ideas I confuse myself regularly.
Unfortunately I have also discovered that I write best if I can do it without being interrupted too often. When it comes to writing a novel or novella, writing only a few hundred words on any given day doesn’t work very well for me. This means there are times when it makes more sense for me to ignore the works in process.
The flipside of that coin is that I’ve also learned that writing is not dissimilar to my body; if you don’t keep on working the muscles – or in this case the words – they wither away. And trying to regain the strength I’ve lost isn’t nearly as easy as I would like it to be.
The trick, for me, is to keep on writing without committing myself to longer works. I have recently discovered the perfect solution in flash fiction. I started posting a weekly flash on my website last October. What started out as a solo experiment has grown since then. A few weeks ago Brigham Vaughn joined me. We both write a story of no more than five-hundred words based on the same photo, and post simultaneously every Monday.
And we continue to grow. We’ve recently set up a flash fiction group on Facebook where anybody who wants to join us can. There’s no obligation and no pressure. All participants post the link to their flash on the thread on Monday and anybody who is interested can read them. Any member of the group can suggest pictures for us to use as prompts in the future.
The group serves two purposes. First and foremost it is great fun. But secondly, and at least as importantly, it allows us to keep that writing muscle in shape even when we don’t have the time to work on longer stories.
Just in case you want to join us - either as a reader, a writer or both - here’s the link: Monday Flash Fics. I’m looking forward to seeing you there.
When Jason Hudson and Heather Staunton first meet they are young and sure they are wrong for each other. As a result they spend a summer admiring each other from a safe distance.
Twenty years later Heather is coming out of mourning, having lost her husband and Dom eighteen months earlier. Jason, now the owner of an exclusive sex resort on the west coast of Ireland, struggles with the loss of his desire to dominate.
Jason’s resort is about to celebrate its first anniversary and party planner Heather has been hired to create the perfect celebration. Their reunion comes as a big surprise to both of them.
Old and familiar attraction, battles with new and conflicting emotions as Jason and Heather work together to organize the ultimate BDSM event. Overcoming the issues between them isn’t the only obstacle Jason and Heather face. In the background lurks a threat both to Heather’s independence and Jason’s livelihood.


“Master Jay.”
Heather heard the surprise in Karl’s voice but wasn’t quite sure what had elicited it.
“Your guest, Heather Staunton, has arrived.”
“Thank you, Karl.”
The voice was gruff and faintly familiar.
Heather took advantage of the fact that the man on the other side of the bright and spacious office had his back to her and studied her surroundings. She liked this room with its uncluttered feel. The furniture was big, made of dark wood and very masculine. The window on the other side of the room gave her another spectacular view of the Atlantic. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of that picture. A slight change in the light provided Heather with a vague reflection of the man who had to be Master Jay. Something inside her stuttered. She knew this man. But no, it couldn’t be. Surely she had to be imagining things. There was no way on earth Master Jay could be the same person as the man she’d known as…
“Mrs. Staunton.” The man turned and stopped talking.
She would have laughed at both of them speaking at exactly the same time if she hadn’t been so shocked about finding herself face-to-face with somebody she hadn’t expected to ever meet again.
How long had it been? It had to be at least twenty years since she’d last seen this man she’d known as Jason Hudson. Twenty years since that summer in Wexford when they hadn’t quite managed to get together. A chill ran down Heather’s spine. What did this mean? Would this make her project harder or easier? Would she have preferred to deal with a complete stranger? Then again, wasn’t he a stranger anyway? A few weeks over one summer twenty years ago didn’t mean she knew who this man was—or how to work with him.
“Jason. It’s okay to call you Jason, isn’t it? Should I say Jay? Or even,” she couldn’t stop herself from smiling, “Master Jay?”

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Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.
The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.
Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.
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Friday, March 13, 2015

Sexy Me Up for #MySexySaturday with The Rules of Love #gay #BDSM #bloghop #excerpt @MySexySaturday

The theme for My Sexy Saturday this week is 'Sexy Me Up'. The way I'm interpreting that phrase is that it refers to someone who hasn't felt very sexy lately - maybe unwanted or unloved - and I think the abused submissive Kenneth in The Rules of Love fits that description perfectly. What he needs is the unconditional love of a Master who sees his true value, not only as a lover, but as a man. Master Saul has been aching to do that for the young man.

“Look at me, boy. Tell me what it is you want right now.”
One of the few things he did know about Kenneth was that he’d been submitting to another person for most of his adult life. Sam had told Aaron a bit about what he’d learned of him when he’d first arrived at Hampton Road. Kenneth had likely given over complete control of himself to another man for fifteen to twenty years. Saul was certain his tone would illicit an immediate, truthful response.
“I want you, Sir. Please give me a chance. I know I’m not young, I’m scarred and there are so many more beautiful men available to someone like you –“
Saul clutched Kenneth to his chest then kissed his head, stroking his back once more in reassurance. He chuckled to himself, surprised again by Kenneth’s response. He was also delighted. But he needed to be mindful of Kenneth’s recent abuse.
He whispered next to Kenneth’s ear. “Are you sure you want to give yourself to an old man like me? Wouldn’t you like to take some time to decide what you want now that you’ll be free of your captor?”
The sobbing started up again and Saul rocked Kenneth in his arms.
“There, there.” Saul noted that the other submissives had become rather interested in what was going on. “Let’s get you to the study and we can talk this out. Stop fretting. I won’t send you away. You can stay with me.”
Kenneth hiccupped, then caught a sob in his throat. He gazed up at Saul, his eyes red and swollen, his face streaked with tears.
Saul retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Kenneth’s face with it. The gesture warmed him—he felt it all the way to his core. Already he was taking care of his boy.
“Yes. Really.”
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Author LM Brown & Let Down Your Hair @LMBrownAuthor #gay #mmromance #crossdressing #fairytale

Hey everyone - one of my fave M/M authors is visiting with me today to showcase the  re-release of Let Down Your Hair, a fairy-esque tale that I  somehow missed the first time around. I'll be running to grab my copy now, so in the meantime - enjoy LM's post about the story along with a fun excerpt!

Let Down Your Hair

First of all, thanks for having me here again Morticia. It’s nice to be visiting again.

I am here to talk, not about a new release, but a re-release and why this story hasn’t had any major changes since it was first released.  Yes, that means if you read it the first time around there’s no need to pick it up again unless you want the pretty new cover.

I am sure most authors will agree that there is nothing quite so terrifying as the release of a new book.  The worry over whether readers will love it or hate it never lessens.  Let Down Your Hair is one of those stories readers either love or hate.  It got some great reviews the first time around as well as some bad ones.  It actually has the dubious honour of being the book of mine that has the worst of all the bad reviews for it.  The review was bad enough that I ended up closing my account at the site it was posted at and gave serious consideration to quitting publishing altogether.

It was that review, more than anything else, that had me deliberating for months over whether I should submit this story to another publisher or simply let it die a quiet death on my hard drive.  Authors sometimes liken their stories to their children.  It is hard to send them out into the world, and it is even harder to do so when they have already been out there and torn to shreds.

As well as considering leaving it as “out of print”, I also contemplated revising the story.  Then, after reading and re-reading it over and over, I realised there was no reason to mess about with this one.  Those readers who hated this story the first time around are certainly not going to pick it up again this time.  They didn’t get the story before and they won’t understand the message now.  But I have decided that is their loss.

When I set out to write Let Down Your Hair I wanted to write something different.  I didn’t want a suave, smooth-talking prince charming, who always says and does the right thing.  I wanted to write about a tactless, stubborn idiot who puts his foot in his mouth whenever he opens it.  

Finally, if you have read this story already, and if you enjoyed it, there is plenty more to come from this fairy tale kingdom.  Let Down Your Hair is now the first book in my Fairy Tales for All series.  Each story will stand alone and will be a brand new male/male fairy tale.  Coming up next is the story of a woodcutter and the grandson of the wicked witch from Hansel and Gretel.

In a world where fairy stories are historical fact, Prince Aiden is on a quest to find a princess to rescue and bring home as his bride. Deep in the Enchanted Forest, he finds Robert, a cross-dressing artist who lives alone in his tower. Mistaking him for a woman, Prince Aiden is determined to have Robert as his bride.

When the prince of his dreams shows up at Robert's tower he is far from happy, especially when the handsome prince refuses to believe he is a man. Can he convince Prince Aiden to love him as the man he is, or is their happily ever after doomed from the start?


Aiden followed Roberta upstairs to her bedchamber.
"I'll be gentle with you," he reassured her as they entered the room.
"You won't be taking my virginity tonight," Roberta replied. She sounded weary and Aiden was quite prepared to leave her virtue intact one more night under the circumstances. Then Roberta undid the laces at the front of the gown, and slipped the material from her shoulders. The smooth, unblemished skin that she revealed didn't appear unusual at first, but as his gaze travelled lower he realised his error at last. The pert white breasts he expected to see were nowhere to be found. The flat chest, hairless as it was, was very much that of a man.
"Now do you believe me?" Roberta—Robert?—asked. "I assume you can get this farce of a marriage annulled and be on your way."
Aiden blinked, momentarily struck dumb. The gown slid down past Robert's hips to pool on the floor, revealing the body beneath. Lean and slim with creamy skin, Robert's long blond hair fell down his back in soft waves, hiding nothing. Aiden's gaze took in everything, including the soft cock hanging between Robert's legs. He wished his own was in a similar state. Unfortunately, while his eyes and brain had finally accepted that the person he had married was, in fact, a man, his second head was still convinced it was going to get some wedding night action. In fact, it was more alert than he could ever recall it being in his life. Even the most buxom tavern wench hadn't produced such a reaction from him.

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L.M. Brown is a writer of male/male and all male ménage romances.  She lives in England where she is kept company by numerous sexy men. She just wishes they were not all inside her head. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

She loves hearing from readers and can be contacted via her website.


Where to find L.M. Brown
Twitter - @LMBrownAuthor

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Sexy Me Once With The Fear of Surrender For #MySexySaturday #gay #BDSM #bondage #romance @MySexySaturday

This week's Sexy Saturday theme is 'Sexy Me Once'. In my new release The Fear of Surrender (The Hampton Road Club 3), Linus and Thomas are back together for the first time since their one encounter. There were misunderstandings and Thomas never knew that Linus had held back some very significant information from him:

Thomas engulfed him in a searing kiss. Even when he’d been with Thomas before, even when Thomas hadn’t known how inexperienced Linus was, he’d never kissed him with such abandon. Thomas didn’t tease his lips apart, he demanded entrance with his tongue, pushed his way in. With each tilt of his head, Thomas retreated then plunged deeper. His stubble scraped across Linus’ chin, his upper lip, his cheeks. Linus went limp in his arms, allowing Thomas to take him, answering back with his own swipes.
When Thomas pulled back, his breath coming in quick pants, Linus reached up to cup his face. Thomas smiled down at him, his eyes glittering in the soft light.
“I’m taking you to bed to make love to you the way I should have for your first time.”
“But I liked my first time.”
Thomas’ brow furrowed as an expression of pain clouded his features. “Oh, Linus, how I wish I’d known. I took you from behind, your wrists tied, a mask covering your beautiful eyes. I want you face to face. I want to see what you look like when you come.”
Their shared kiss had already made Linus so very hard but Thomas’ words made his dick leak, his balls ache. Thomas eased Linus off his lap, then after intertwining their fingers, he led the way to the bedroom. Tension turned to trembling. The last time they’d been together, he’d been so intent on pretending he wasn’t a virgin, he hadn’t had time to completely appreciate everything that was happening to him.

“Let me undress you, Linus.”
The Fear of Surrender is now available at all the usual places ;-)
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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Author Elodie Parkes and Rescuing Cade - #comeandgetyourlove #newrelease #MF #erotic #romance

I'd like to welcome author Elodie Parkes back at my blog today and she's sharing a smokin' hot excerpt from her new release; Rescuing Cade. After that, we get some background on the story, a interview with the sexy Cade as well as some super secret info about Elodie herself! Read on and enjoy ;-)
Rescuing Cade
Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?
An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM
The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.
Blue eyes, mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking. She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?
As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight into her eyes.
A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
He looked away.
Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders slumped.
The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.
Marissa heard his growl.
“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to punish you again.”
The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her tenderly.
Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk away.
The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never came back.
Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade.
He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.
Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.
Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl you are?”
The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue into her pussy.
“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”
Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.
Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table.
He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the corner.
Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own desires.
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing 2015
Background to the story
What’s the background to the story, Rescuing Cade?
I was asked to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre, but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.
The story is much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t stop writing until they reached their HEA.
I did a little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.
With scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.
I hope readers enjoy it.

Character Interview
Visiting today, we have Cade Cassidy from the new Evernight Publishing erotic romance release, Rescuing Cade.
Hi Cade, thanks for coming along to the blog today
Hi, thank you for inviting me. I have to say it’s a little embarrassing seeing my story published, although it’s great too.
What’s embarrassing about it?
Well, without giving too much away, the way Marissa and I meet is unusual, I think … (He looks around and smiles as if remembering it.)
So, Cade, tell us something about Marissa.
She’s pretty, intelligent, lots of fun and best of all she’s mine.
What is, The Club? It’s mysteriously referred to in the book blurb.
The Club, is the name of the BDSM club that my buddy, Jack, takes me to. He’s trying to lighten me up right at the start of the story, because truth is, I was still recovering from a bad break up. There’s a great description of The Club, in the story, which is sexy and gives a good picture of what goes on there.
A BDSM club … Cade are you a Sub or a Dom?
(He stares at me for a moment with his gorgeous blue eyes.)
I’d rather not say. The whole thing is still a little gray for me. (Now he’s smiling.)
Okay let’s have some quick questions.
What’s your favorite, jeans, or a suit?
I wear suits and jeans. I don’t have a favorite because I have some cool suits for work and some great faded denims that I throw on when I’m not working. It took me a while to get those jeans just the way I like them, ripped and faded. Marissa especially likes the tear in the upper thigh part.
Do you ever go commando?
(He grins and his eyes twinkle)
Er, yes, sometimes in my favorite jeans, the ones I just described. Once in a suit when Marissa and I went to The Club to meet with friends there.
Do you like making love with the lights off or on?
Both, either, it depends … Marissa likes candlelight (He smiles)
Coffee or Cola?
Has to be coffee. Are you offering me a cup … I didn’t get breakfast …
One more question. Maybe it’s a moot point since you’ve mentioned The Club, but here is it. In bed, toys or no toys? (Okay, he’s laughing now.)
The answer’s the same as lights on or off, both depending on the situation. I seriously need coffee now.

Five questions for the author
Elodie Parkes is with me today, as she celebrates the release of, Rescuing Cade, from Evernight Publishing.
Hi, Elodie, welcome to the blog. I have five questions for you today. They’re hopefully different from the usual author interviews you do.
Hi, it’s great to be here. (Smiles)
1.     Tell us a secret about your books, anything that springs to mind as long as you’ve never told anyone before.
Yikes, that will blow the secret, then, huh. (Grins) Okay here we go. This is scary. It’s not about my new release, Rescuing Cade, from Evernight, but about, Candle Magic, my Dec 23 release with Siren. In my stories there’s always the tiniest part of truth from either my life or from some real life situation and I never tell anyone.
In Candle Magic, my heroine, Simi, tells Jason, my hero, about her family. That part is a truth and it’s about me. Jason is part spirit, part angel made human through the magical connections Simi has triggered by finding a candlestick and buying old candles from an antique shop.
Here’s the snippet.
Reluctantly he pulled away from her lips. “I’m sorry I don’t have a Christmas gift for you. I’d like to have brought you something.”
Surprise showed in her eyes as he gazed at her.
“I have nothing for you either, but we have each other today, and if I hadn’t met you last night, I would be alone today, and from what you’ve said about family, so would you.”
Jason rocked her in his arms, incredibly pleased at what she’d said. “We do have each other. What happened to your family, your parents? Is that prying?” he added, aware it might be something horrible that Simi wouldn’t want to reveal.
“They moved out of the country. They disowned me. I don’t know why really. They just stopped replying to my emails and calls.”
Startled by this sad revelation, Jason hugged her. “I’m so sorry. Do you think something might have happened to them?” He made a mental note to check on that if he returned to the ether.
Simi leaned back in his arms. “Nothing has. I check on them.” She grinned then continued. “They have a surf and ski shop. It has webcams up that show the interior and exterior of the shop to the world. I check it out when I’m online. I see them in there.”
Astounded, Jason stared at her. There were no words to express his surprise, empathy, or sorrow at this bizarre situation.
She must have become embarrassed because she bowed her head silently.
Jason crushed her to his chest, his hand in her hair and his arm around her waist. “Hell, Simi, that must hurt you. I don’t know what to say.” He rocked her again, stroking along her back in an attempt to convey comfort and care. He remembered the Kris Kringle gift, and seeking to lighten the mood, he reminded Simi. “You have that gift from your office party. Open it. It will be fun to see what someone got for you.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Siren Publishing.
Thank you for sharing that secret. I’m tempted to ask what the secret fact is in Rescuing Cade, but … on to the next question.
2.     What do you like most about sex?
Oh no. (Laughs) That’s worse than giving up a secret. I’ll answer. I have no ‘like most’ I like it all. Let’s face it sex is yummy.
3.     I see you post a number of gorgeous guys pics on your Facebook page and blog. What part of a man’s body turns you on most?
I like that V shape on a man’s hips, especially when there’s a fine line of hair running down to his … I like shoulders and eyes and stubble and hard asses, then there’s thighs and lips. (Sighs)
4.     What’s your favorite cocktail?
Is that a trick question? I actually don’t drink alcohol. I have allergies and I discovered that alcohol makes them all worse.
5.     Are you wearing a matching bra and panties right now?
I am. (She laughs) I most often do. I love pretty underwear, lacey stuff, stockings and garter belts. I’m mostly seen in jeans, boots, and leather jackets, but under them is black silk and lace. I read a jokey thing on Facebook that said only in erotic romance is the girl wearing matching bra and panties. I don’t think that’s true.
Author bio:
About Elodie:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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Friday, February 20, 2015

One Sexy Night With The Fear of Surrender @MySexySaturday #BDSM #gay #erotic #romance #MySexySaturday

It's time for another titillating Saturday *ahem* This week's theme is one sexy night, and I'm going to share with you the night when submissive Linus has finally conquered his fear of Hampton Road and is ready to go back to the club with Thomas. This installment of The Hampton Road Club Series is on early download right now at Totally Bound Publishing.

Thomas engulfed him in a searing kiss. Even when he’d been with Thomas before, even when Thomas hadn’t known how inexperienced Linus was, he’d never kissed him with such abandon. Thomas didn’t tease his lips apart, he demanded entrance with his tongue, pushed his way in. With each tilt of his head, Thomas retreated then plunged deeper. His stubble scraped across Linus’ chin, his upper lip, his cheeks. Linus went limp in his arms, allowing Thomas to take him, answering back with his own swipes.
When Thomas pulled back, his breath coming in quick pants, Linus reached up to cup his face. Thomas smiled down at him, his eyes glittering in the soft light.
“I’m taking you to bed to make love to you the way I should have for your first time.”
“But I liked my first time.”
Thomas’ brow furrowed as an expression of pain clouded his features. “Oh, Linus, how I wish I’d known. I took you from behind, your wrists tied, a mask covering your beautiful eyes. I want you face to face. I want to see what you look like when you come.”
Their shared kiss had already made Linus so very hard but Thomas’ words made his dick leak, his balls ache. Thomas eased Linus off his lap, then after intertwining their fingers, he led the way to the bedroom. Tension turned to trembling. The last time they’d been together, he’d been so intent on pretending he wasn’t a virgin, he hadn’t had time to completely appreciate everything that was happening to him.
“Let me undress you, Linus.”
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